(a)

You say that since you met the monk that day, that seemingly nonexistent date has been haunting you in your mind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

You start dreaming frequently, several times a night. You start dreaming of the woman who appears in the mirror. You dream of her being young and beautiful. She always looks at you in her dreams, full of anticipation and tenderness, all kinds of longing and reluctance.

Every time her eyes are fixed on you in a dream, you feel the pain in your heart like a sharp knife cutting through flesh. You feel very guilty and very sorry for her.

Sometimes, you will dream that she is riding in a carriage that runs wild on the edge of a cliff out of control, and then the carriage rolls over on its side and falls off the cliff. Sometimes, you will dream that she is lying in bed with blood pouring out, and the blood stains the quilt and sheets red, and it flows to the ground. Then you wake up from your dream and sit in the dark in a cold sweat. You hug your knees and press your forehead hard against your knees, trying to make yourself more conscious.

You ask yourself: what is the scientific probability of always dreaming of the same woman you never met?

While you follow your father's arrangement and start the various procedures for enlisting in the army, you keep thinking about the woman in your date and dreams in your heart.

The more you think about that date, the less you can remember what kind of date it was. The more you can't remember that date, the more often you think about it.

You don't know exactly where that date is, but you feel it clear: it's not where the army is, it's not where the national and provincial teams are.

You thought about it for many days and contradicted it for a long time, and finally, you finally mustered up the courage and went to your father.

You say you've changed your mind now, and you don't want to join the army anymore.

The shocked father is filled with deep disappointment in your answer. He repeatedly asks you why you changed your mind. But you can't always say a logical reason.

Although you can't say a convincing reason, your will is very strong. You do not agree to go through any further formalities related to joining the army.

When your mother saw that your father and son were at a stalemate, she persuaded her and said, "The child does not want to join the army, and he is also developing well in professional sports." Your mother even felt glad for this, because the army is a bad weapon after all, and joining the army is in danger of sacrificing one's life for the country, especially some snipers on special missions.

After your mother's persistent persuasion, your father finally reluctantly agreed that you could choose competitive sports.

However, when they talk to you about your future again, you are equally adamantly and categorically refusing to participate in competitive sports.

Your mother said to you with great patience: "Son, if you don't want to, then it's okay to take the college entrance examination, go to university, and continue your studies." ”

Your father is holding back the anger in his heart, expecting you to nod in agreement this time.

However, you replied to your mother, "I'm sorry, Mom, I don't want to take the college entrance examination or go to university." ”

Your mother said, "So what do you want to do?" ”

You honestly say, "I haven't figured out exactly what I'm going to do, where I'm going." I just know, don't go to the army, don't go to the provincial army, don't go to college. ”

The volcano that your father had been simmering in for a long time had finally erupted. Before you could finish speaking, he shook his hand and gave you a hard slap.

Caught off guard, you are knocked back several steps and hit the bedroom door.

As a result, despite your mother's dissuasion, your father and you quarreled over the matter.

Your father carried a stick and chased you from the third floor to the wall of the compound.

When you jumped up the wall of the compound, your father angrily threw the stick in his hand at you and shouted at you, "Bastard! If you don't join the army, you don't want to come back! ”

At that time, neither you nor your father knew that this was the farewell of your father and son in this life. This is the last conversation between you.

You didn't come home that night. You live at a friend's house.

Your mother did a lot of work to maneuver between your father and son, but in the end she didn't bridge the gap between your father and son.

In the gaps in the roof tiles grew some fluffy dog-tail grass.

I remember you talking about these things while fiddling with the rhizome of a dog's tail grass. When you talk about all these things, your eyes never look at me.

As you spoke, you leaned back on the sloping ridge of the roof, resting on a smooth tile.

You look at the starry sky above you and say this to me.

I know you've never told anyone about these things before.

Like many of my things, I've never told anyone.

(b)

I look at you with deep understanding.

I said, "What about later?" ”

You say, "I haven't been home since." ”

You say, "I feel like I should go out and find that date, go to that date." So, following the guidance of my heart, I took a small amount of luggage that my mother secretly helped me with, and stuffed a sum of money into me, and got on the southbound train, crossing most of the country. I've been to a lot of cities, I've stayed in a lot of places, I've done all kinds of jobs, most of which have nothing to do with shooting. However, in every place and every job, I feel uneasy, and after doing it for a while, I will deeply feel that this is not the place, this time is not the time, the date is still somewhere else. “

It's like you're sleeping alone in an uncomfortable bed, constantly changing positions in the hope of finding ultimate peace.

You say: "After wandering from city to city, leaving again and again, sometimes I doubt my choice, whether I have fallen into some kind of inextricable psychological madness by repeatedly giving up my future for an ethereal date." When my heart is very depressed, I drink. Sometimes I drink a lot. After drinking, I fell asleep. I kind of wanted to hide in another world, to escape the oppression that was chasing me inside. “

You say, "Later, I came to this city." On the eve of the train entering the city, I saw the tall and heavy Ming Dynasty city walls through the train window. When I saw the wall, my heart suddenly shook. It was as if I remembered a lot of things, but they were all crowded together and bustling past my brain, and everything was blurred and I couldn't see it clearly. I vaguely felt that the image of that woman was associated with the city wall. I felt a great turmoil in my heart. I got off the train, carried my luggage, and walked dazedly in this strange city. As he walked, a large sparkling lake appeared in front of him. The blue water of the lake makes my heart feel very cool. I walked to the small park by the lake and sat down on a bench facing the lake. I looked at the big lake in the downtown area alone until the waves in my heart slowly subsided. I decided to stay and look for a job here. ”

I said, "And then, did you meet Director Wang?" ”

You nodded. You say, "Yes." Then, I met Director Wang. ”

(c)

You say that because you are not familiar with the place, you did not find your dream job in the city at first. You find a few jobs, all of which are very hard physical work, you need to work more than 10 hours a day, go out early and return late, and when you come back, you are often exhausted, and you only have time to sleep.

Once, you found a manual job in a factory. While you were working, you were carrying something and happened to pass by the basketball court in the factory. At that time, the executives of the factory were playing basketball on the court. A basketball flies out of your hand and crosses the boundary line of the court and goes straight to your head. As soon as you raise your hand, you take it, and you casually throw the ball back at the basket in the distance, and the executives on the court all watch the basketball leap over the long distance, over their heads, and throw it into the basket impartially, even the nets on the basket, without touching it at all!

They look at you dumbfounded. They've never seen anything like this until you throw the ball in your hand.

Then, a stocky, semi-bald man runs towards you from the court with the ball on the ground.

You recognize him as the director of this factory.

He stands in front of you, looking you up and down with amazement, and he can't help but praise: "Good boy, you are really talented." ”

He asks you if you've played professional basketball before. You shake your head. You said, I just liked it when I was a child, and I often played with my companions in the compound.

He asked if you could throw him another shot like that.

You nod your head and say no problem. So, you take the ball and throw it again. The result is exactly the same as the last time. The basketball went straight into the basket so fast that the player standing under the basket didn't even have time to block it.

The man asked, "Can you throw a ball like that often?" ”

You say, "Often." ”

The man asked, "Would you like to join our corporate basketball team and go out to play on behalf of our business and customers?" ”

You say, "I'm too tired from work, I don't have time." ”

He said, "Work? Work isn't a problem? I'll ask them to adjust your workload, and when it's time to play, just let you work half the shift. ”

That's it, and you're on the basketball court a lot.

Half a year later, you've become a well-known figure in the local amateur basketball world. You'll never miss a shot. Many local shooting masters have come to compete with you. This team you're on has also made a name for itself and has been famous. (To be continued.) )